If I sound crochtey, I am. So many means of communication, but life has turned into just a tower of babel.

We hear each other’s phone conversation, we read each others intimate thoughts. We feed on a relentless stream of self-promotion. We worry about who’s following who (whom?).

And such lemming-like behavior usually ends badly.

Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, 24 hours a day. Never out of reach…I remember saying, “I don’t need a cell phone.” Then the phone booths disappeared and they took all the pay phones away. And I ran out of gas on Route 1 at 11 p.m. on a Tuesday. So I’m forced into complicity.

I barely check my home phone messages anymore. Give me a holler on the cell. We’ll have a quick chat because nobody has a conversation anymore. In fact, some don’t converse at all, they con-ver-sate. WTF!